It’s February 2004 and I’m sitting outside of my Aunts house in Marietta. My life is a mess, and the prognosis is not hopeful.
A positive co-parenting relationship is not possible if the only one parent is putting in an effort. I am unapologetically done trying to co-parent.
When we met, the abuser in you must have been able to see my vulnerability and deep need for love a mile off. I was desperate for love, for attention, and for someone to tell me they thought I was beautiful.
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